First of all… To all my avid readers (I know you’re out there) who have been anxiously awaiting a new and exciting or deep and thoughtful post from me:  Sorry.  If you’ve been keeping close track (or even if you haven’t), you might notice that I haven’t written since August.  School, you know.

Second of all…  It’s Christmas Eve!  Amy is making cinnamon rolls, I’m tracking Santa (he is currently in Holetown, Barbados), and the kids just went to bed.

A couple weeks ago, I told a co-worker, who is relatively new, that Christmas Eve is the most fun day to work.  And this year I was right again.  Everyone is giddy and goofy.  There is nothing to do, because no vendors are open.  And not many customers come in.  The ones that do bring us chocolate.  And the managers buy us lunch.  Even for people in retail (and have been for quite some time) get excited on Christmas Eve.

I made my way out the front doors of Home Depot, saying my “Merry Christmas”es to all my co-workers and carrying by three bags of candy and huge chocolate bar.  And, since I worked at 6:00 this morning, my car was covered in snow.  As I grabbed my snow brush and tromped around my car, I smiled to myself.  I wanted to turn around and smile at the world… but everyone was hiding inside.  So, I just played by myself, hoping I wouldn’t burst from that bubble of cheer.

Today I fell on my butt.  It has been snowing for about 24 hours straight.  The sparkliness covered the roads and old brick buildings, and the flakes floated gently down as the Christmas music played from the courthouse. And there were no cars coming.  So Amy and I were sliding around.  Then, BAM!

Then to end the evening with my church family singing, “Glory to God” couldn’t have been more perfect.

So.  This post doesn’t really say all that much.  Except that I’m in love with Christmas and the cheer of the seaon.  But I’m even more in love with Jesus, and I’m soooooo thankful that He came.  The weight of His sacrifice gets more amazing to me every year.  Which makes me excited for next Christmas.  And the next.  And the next.  And… …

Also, this is quite possibly my last Christmas living at home.  … …  Must I bring up grown-up things in every blog post?  I guess that’s life when you’re a grown-up.  It keeps getting more grown-up.  And stuff.

Back to loving Jesus.  I just love Him.  A lot.  He’s so patient with me.  I realize that more and more as I get older too.  And it never stops being amazing.  When I was a little kid, it didn’t seem that amazing.  Of course He’d be patient with a little kid.  But now?  After I do the same stupid things over and over? He still loves and acts gently with me.  He’s so good.  And that’s what I’m thinking about this Christmas.  And my family.  And chocolate.  And presents.

And thanking Jesus for it all.

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